006 - action/voice; i came in like troy walking in with pizza

[geonomy]

Who: Clay Terran + You people
Broadcast: Yes!
Action: On the Iskaulit
When: June 7th, a bit after this

[You know, Clay hadn't been expecting a day like this. All he was doing was going to the Iskaulit to do some workouts in the gym, even bopping to a tune playing in his head.

Of course, that all comes a stop when he sees the mess before he sees anyone else. Blood trailing through the hallway, like someone had been walking with it. His stomach churns a bit, and his first instinct is to flee and get someone with medical help. Like Jennifer, or Beverly, or...

But no, he's here, and he... doesn't really realize just how bad it is yet. He returns to his shuttle first to grab the first-aid box, then heads in to see who needs his help.

And upon following the trail, well... Turns out, it's a lot worse than he thought it'd be, and that instinct from before comes back full force. He's only had some lessons, he's not prepared for this level of medical trauma, he really isn't -

And that's why he'll be calling out on the comms - not video, because there are kids on the network, but it's pretty clear by the state of his shaky voice that this is definitely an emergency.]

I-I need doctors - healers, medics -

[He takes in a deep breath - ]

I need all medical personnel to the Iskaulit right now!


((ooc: Everyone's free to branch off, tag other threads, etc! This is a general rescue/medical aid post for Winter's wrecking ball.))

Comments

[theboogieman]

[if he was not sick and tired and confused right now, he probably would have kicked her. as it is, he takes his arm back with something akin to a glare, ducks his head down, and mutters something that's probably not very nice.

it's just not in English, or Common, or any other language that translates automatically around here. at least he goes back to trying to keep Coil still, doing what he's told in the end.]

[child_of_bhaal]

[Well maybe it's a blessing in disguise that he's less than at his peak, because kicking her would probably cause more problems than it would fix. In particular, it would waste what little energy she has left. So it's a good thing he doesn't pick the fight.

The words she's speaking change though. No more intelligible than before, but definitely different. She's switched to casting her lighter heal spell, because she's almost tapped out, and she can squeeze a few more of those ought of herself than one more of the moderate version.

She gets to about five when she's officially hit the wall of her abilities. Her vision has sparkles dancing in front of it, and every part of here feels too heavy, full of lactic acid as if she's just done a full body work out. Face red from exertion, she sort of slumps off her knees onto her butt. Wiped out.]

He still...needs a healer...

[ But that scary bruising on his chest is significantly reduced. The bones are back in place, but still in need of mending. He's not going to die now, but he's still going to feel like he's been used as a blacksmith's anvil.]